Just thoughts...

The other side of the moon. The one which always stays hidden and away from our sight forever. The unseen and unobservered always matter. We have that tendency to judge. May be logical activities made our brains go haywire. The wirings have ended up a fuzy mess, making us behave in a deductive manner. We weigh, compare, we infer, till this point, its all fair and good. The thing that follows next is the real danger. We weigh, we compare, inferr and we conclude. This is where all humanity has ended up being a big loser. We conclude and hemce become judgemental. Judgemental remindse of the movie "English Vinglish". Such a plain one but the word lingers. Why don't we judge people. Thank God if it had stopped at that. We don't. We start creating mental images of people around us. We constantly project it to our poor brain. And this is how trouble brews. The mental image, we then react and interact with the person in question in the same way as of the mental image. The...

           The Being Human tees worn day in and day out remind me of this very post title. Just being human is all it takes to be happy. Many a times the way or the path to bring up that smile is complicated and over rated. True it is that the journey is many a times more important the ultimate destination that awaits us. No one has ever come back to tell us the route they took. Some have prescribed the way they took, while some forced us into taking a predefined route towards being happy. Personally when does one feel 'happy'. Just being in the moment itself is being happy for me. In fact there sometimes exists no reason for being happy. This maniac laughter that boils within is pristine and needs a way out. At times its simply our own thoughts that hinder the laughter on its way. Just our thoughts. Aren't they important? The smallest of events unfolding out there behold a mystery, a joy  hidden right behind. All you need is the little inspiration to...

          When there is a time when you either don't have a keyboard or a net connection, its frustrating. To miss my blog. The thing that i missed. Keying in and writing those thoughts. Time has come to gather it all up these vacations. Thoughts on being back from first 5 months in a hostel. Something different. A totally vivid life back there. A different phase of life. Getting disconnected from the routine back there. A time of reconnection. The life in a hostel is something I could have never imagined. The first thing which strikes one's mind is sharing. Sharing a room with three other people. But it helps a lot when you are already familiar with them. A lot infact rather than complete strangers being around. The pre assumed missing home and other expected stuff never quite happens. Especially not in a melodramatic way. Though one can never neglect the feeling of being away from accustomed surroundings. An unfamiliar bed to tuck in. A completely different r...

The friend, with no tags to bear along it, Simply being open and happy, my advisory kit ;) That huge smile, makes my day each time I see it, The long chatter and chatter adding bit by bit. Though it wasn't for long that it could be so, Things and memories of past breaking across the row. Times of sulking and fake anger stay still, Yet the happy moments rise up on the creaky mill. Friends don't need a common base to stand on, In fact its the uncommon that strings it along. Luck is what I had, to have you as a friend of mine, Seems so long back, as our friendship grows older as wine. To the world things may seem twisted all around, But its us that I know, how pure than the cleanest ground. Can never thank you enough ever for everything,  All I'll do is to try and be true and luck it will bring. Its so awesome to have a friend in you, This friendship will stay clear as the morning dew. In the end will ask just a thing for...

Runnning at full speed with no bounds , Cutting through air, just rushing sounds. When you can see things happening all around, Everything is the same, the sun, the earth's still round The ways beckon you, but you pay no heed, In this very crowd, a simple word is all you need. Lost and muddled in a jumble of shouts, Answers, tough to find all left with doubts. The confusion grows thicker by time and space, The road becomes rougher and you lose the race. Yet we stumble, gather the broken pieces at once, The puzzle would never be complete may there set a million suns. Why would you be lost if there was never a sway, There wasn't a maze, just the horizon and a peeking ray. No fear of getting over the edge, or the crevice, Walk on, head held high, you ain't a cowardly speck of mice. Times arise when the one you thought as simply gazers, Are the ones who hold your hand to guide across many a razors. Everyone in this wide world is lost in his or her...

Things dont even matter when you don't care, Why is it that even then you think to dare. No relation, no connection, no emotion yet sad, No fault, yet it feels futile, worse than being just mad. There wasn't a thing, not the smallest of links there, All was mere supposition on this silly part I swear. Why should it hurt when there was never a wound, No pain yet its bad enough going back around. Thinking is of no use some say, some say ignore, If only it was so easy you are all but called a bore. No one really cares for what you think of it, For all have their life to live playing the small bit. Your mind's a mess, a bad mess but why, Can't understand just as the wide blue sky. Why did the mind had the silly chocolate of hope, And when you see the empty wrapper you know its the end of the rope. The world is going on its way all the time and days, No one has got time for your chatter and meddling ways. The healing of an imaginary wound which...

Dear God,          Hope this letter finds you in good health. Had debated quite a lot on whether to make this a formal or an informal one. But then decided on an informal letter. I do know that you are super busy. Thought that you might not even open my letter. Ha! but always keep trying they say. So this letter is nothing but what I wanted to say and I hope that you hear me out.        I do not know how you look, but you might be soo... old. I heard many say that it was you who made this world. You are the one who makes those tiny leaves sway or make my heart beat. You seem to be powerful. So many questions arise about you. There are so many things, I want to talk to you about. I'll limit myself though. Aren't you the one who made us so diverse. But God this diversity of yours is troubling us so much. It was so nice of you to make each one of us unique. Sadly though, we all here run the same race. All my friends are superb. Everybody has ...